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About Nagoya

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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After that, I wandered over to the local market on Shimo-dori. It’s packed with all these stalls. I’m lookin’ for souvenirs, but everything’s so cute, I can’t decide! I ended up buying a bunch of random stuff. Like, who needs a mini samurai sword? Not me, but I got it anyway.

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